Lots of shopping and pottering about and enjoying the company and so forth...First, Majestic, in search of wine to mull. We were greeted by a young lady representing a wine company with vineyards in Bordeaux and Italy (chianti - is that a region, or just the name of the wine?) which we had no intention of buying, but enjoyed tasting and chatting about. This eased our progress round the store, and we found something that looked suitable for mulling, plus some things to try...
Lunch at the Rabbit Hole came up to expectations - though I should probably say "brunch", because that is the section of their menu I find irresistible. I ordered the Ottoman Empire (how could I resist?) which involved poached eggs and aleppo pepper and spicy sausage, all adrift on a sea of yoghurt.
durham_rambler went for Alice's Fluffy Bunny, a collision between an all-day breafast and an American-style pancake stack, fruit and maple syrup and all. GirlBear's cappucino was decorated with a bunny rabbit (I tried to photograph it, but my phone decided to give me a video instead).
After lunch we went our separate ways.
boybear walked home by the scenic route.
durham_rambler came back to our AirBnB where - although I didn't learn this until afterwards - he decided to have a shower, but was interrupted by the arrival of the plumber. And GirlBear and I caught the bus to Highgate. We were aiming for a little light shopping, but the bus dropped us at the gates of Waterlow Park, and Lauderdale House was inviting: a sort of community centre in an originally Tudor house, though the exterior now looks eighteenth century. We wandered in to admire the building itself and the exhibitions inside. Downstairs,
Mathematical Mirrors takes famous works of art and expresses them as mathematical formulae (
The artist's website currently shows some examples):
Slices of π, for example, renders Andy Warhol's Campbell's soup cans as a potentially infinite series of the irrational number π. Clever, but I have no idea how seriously it is intended. Upstairs, and indeed up a rather magnificent staircase, is
an exhibition of Chinese calligraphy: easier on the eye but ultimrely less intriguing.
We carried on up Highgate Hill, calling in at the bookshop - and inevitably buying a book each. GirlBear's was about the moquette designs of London Transport's seat upholstery ("Niche!" she said); mine was
The Penguin Book of Penguins. Higher up, admiring the shops. I was tempted to post a photo of the tumbled treasures of a greengrocer's display, but chose, for the moment, to go with this seasonal pillar box topper:
All the way up to the top, resisting the temptations of Gail's bakery, then back down as far as my knees would allow, before catching a bus home.
boybear made us tea, eventually
durham_rambler abandoned the plumber and joined us, and later still a great-nephew and partner joined us for a sociable dinner before heading off to a party.
And that was Friday,